Long time no see...
Just found this old journal again and am so grateful it is here. They say the tools you need will come to you, like cats or puppies. It feels good to be here. It feels safe to be here, and it's a platform and space I've missed a great deal. Facebook and honestly, twitter are both fairly ugly spaces, with very manipulated populations. Me, I just missed being able to write wild and free, with a possibility but not guarantee of being seen. Mm. I like not being sold to, or in some way selling myself. I like being as I am.
It's pandemic time, and I am recovering from my second round of COVID, the omicron variant. It's not too bad, but it's also not that great. I don't have as much of the brain fog, and I am utterly fatigued, but I feel like I can push if there's a reason to push, and I do enjoy that. I love to strive against my own lesser impulses. If I can help someone out while I do that, I like it even better. That's probably why I don't care for competition. It feels too much like I'm trying to gratuitously take something from someone else who might need it more than I do. I want what I want...but so frequently the thing I want isn't something I can't find a way to deal without. And the figuring out of that piece is a delicious challenge.
My very last post was in 2012, and I mentioned the garden we had just put in. It's still going strong, and I have added more areas around the house with good garden space and lovely plantings. Pictures when I return.